WARNING: This story is a little bit gory with some sexual reference, but if you like these kinds of story, this is your jam.
This occurs two years after she escaped Erico.
"NO, LET ME GO PLEASE, I'll DO ANYTHING!" A teenage male scarlet macaw begged me to release him when I dragged him across the floor of my hollow.
"Why are you so scared? It's not like I'm gonna do anything bad to you." I said and smiled at him.
"I can get you anything if you let me go." The macaw still tried to beg me to leave him alone.
"I don't need anything from you, all I care is your body." I said as I took some vines and wrapped it around him, making him unable to move.
"What is this? What are you going to with me?" The macaw looked away and hoping that I wouldn't hurt him.
I kept smiling at him until I moved his head and made him look at me. All that I could see in the macaw's eye was fear, so I wanted to calm him down a bit. I opened my mouth and licked the feathers around his eyes and tasting the salt from his tears.
"Don't cry my baby, it's going to be alright." I kept teasing him which made him even more scared.
I then lowered my tongue and licked his lower beak. I then forced him to open his mouth and locked my beak with his. The macaw felt my tongue wiggle everywhere in his beak and closed his eyes both in pleasure and guiltiness.
After a few minutes, I stopped and raised my head, I looked in the macaw's eye and said," Did you like it?"
"No." That's all the macaw said and could say because he was so scared of what's going to happen next.
"Do you want some more actions?" I touched his face with my wings seductively.
"Please just kill me already." The macaw gave up his hope and said to me.
"Well, it's your loss if you didn't want me to pleasure you in a way only mates do." I said and placed my claws on the macaw's cloaca, I then rubbed it softly and made him moan. After a few seconds of pleasure for him, I grabbed his lower body and quickly slashed it with my claws and made him scream. I heard his voice and said," How do you like that?"
He didn't respond so I tried kissed him again to keep him calm, but he closed his beak as hard as he can due to the pain. I felt happy seeing him like this so I kept playing with him. I slashed one of his wing and some blood came out of the wound so I licked and sucked it as hard as I can. He screamed again and tried to get free. I tasted and swallowed the blood, and then climbed on top of him and punched him hard in the stomach with my claws. Blood immediately came out of his mouth and flowed down his face, so I kissed him again and tasted the blood in his beak.
"Mmmh, saliva and blood combined tastes so good." I moaned at this new taste that I found. I wanted some more so I punched him again and he spit some more blood out. I repeated this over and over again until he finally said something," Please...kill...me."
He was begging for me to kill him so I helped him to end his misery. I slashed him in the neck and blood squirted across the hollow. I was proudly looking at my newly painted wall and gently kissed the dead body. I then torn him into pieces so I can enjoy the flesh.
This is just tormenting to both write and read. If you feel this is too much for you, tell me in the review section and I'll turn it down next time.